The Sad Bastard Book Club are a San Francisco doom-folk band that has been playing their brand of depressing, climatic rock music for a few years now. More than willing to wear their literate hearts on their sleeves, I personally find this type of post-rock to be some of the best the city has to offer. While most bands regulate themselves to a specific scene and tone, the SBBC crafts music that can easily fit next to many of the competing genres rubbing shoulders in the Bay Area. Sure, the song titles are long as hell (I find myself having to go back over them a few times as I write this guarantee their correct wording), but the ideas presented in them are ones that are universal. Sadness, depression, death: few bands operating today weave together tales incorporating these concepts more competently than this group. In fact, even if no vocals were present, the music is so strong that the entire record could operate as an instrumental. Hard to say that about most acts.
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The Sad Bastard Book Club - The Crow Nose Quartet's "Carrion, My Wayward Son" (2014)
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